Capítulo 15: 15: The Queen 'o' Thorns
(Riverrun, The Riverlands, The Seven Kingdoms Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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(Barthogan Stark POV)
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She had balls, Barthogan had to give her that, calling him out and asking for a meeting while he's waging a rebellion. Normally he'd make anybody who called him out like that wait, but much like the actress who played, Olenna Tyrell was not some up jumped low-born Noble.
Thus he had rode to Riverrun to attend both this meeting and to whatever His Cassandra had to promise Hoster Tully to Ally with them. He just hoped it wasn't necessary for him to find his crazy daughter Lysa a Northern marriage, one Tully was enough as it was, and Catelyn at least wasn't a total wild card. With her he knew what he was getting or near enough anyways, with Lysa it was completely different story altogether
Catelyn by comparison was at least easy on the eyes, and she was not completely Cursed by her Mother's Blood. See Barthogan had a theory that every bad decision that turned into one ginormous cluster bomb of fuckery, had been due to the fact her Maternal line....came from Harrenhal. What are the odds that despite not being raised there, her mother's blood from living in that Cursed place influenced her bad decisions and Lysa being a fucking mad woman? Considering that every House to live or hold dominion over that pile of rubble has met a sad, tragic, or unjust fate, it wasn't such a big stretch.
But in any event, The current job was to discuss things with Olenna Tyrell, The Queen 'o' Thorns.
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Sat before him was Olenna Tyrell, between them sat a Chess Board. Chess didn't exist in ASOIAF so he created it and chose Olenna as his first opponent.
The rules were explained and now they started a match.
''Your strategy was exceptional, rather than commit everything you divided your troops and attacked my homeland while the army was away. Even got your hands on my personal stamp. By the time Mace would move to engage your forces, they'd already fled, and taken me, my daughters, and Mace's wife. Effectively preventing him from participating in the war. All in the opening moves. Exceptional indeed.'' Says Olenna.
''You'd be right, if lack of participation was the only thing I wanted and not my endgame. In exchange for your lives, your son and the Banners of House Tyrell will declare for me, in exchange I will name a Lord of the Reach to my Small Council and maybe just maybe a Daughter of House Tyrell will Marry a Son of House Blackstark in the future.'' Says Barthogan.
''You expect us to back you after damaging us for generations to come? And all for a promise that a Daughter of House Tyrell MIGHT Marry your Soni?I can't tell if your brave, foolish, or just plain greedy.'' Says Olenna.
''Let's be realistic it could be all three.'' Says Barthogan.
''True, rare as it as for a man to admit that.'' Says Olenna.
''Lady Olenna you face a choice, side with me or I give Highgarden to House Florent, Name House Tarly Lord's Paramount of The Reach, and send you to The Citadel....to become a Maester.'' Says Barthogan with a faint bit of humor in his smile.
Barthogan remembered playing Game of Thrones Ascent in his past life before those fuckibg devs decommissioned it, and still fondly remembered sending his Old Gods Wise Woman Gammer to the Citadel to fuck with the whole precious lot of them.
So glorious.
And Olenna was probably old enough to do the same...probably.
''My my, you mean to open the ranks of those Grey Rats to women? What's next? Female Knights?'' Asks Olenna who despite not expecting an answer is going to get one.
''Yes, actually. Father let my sister train, so why shouldn't everyone else?'' Barthogan asks casually.
''You better not be joking.'' Says Olenna.
''I'm not believe you me. I'll be reserving a Spot in my Kingsguard for a woman specifically to start bringing warrior women into the light. But that's then, this is now, what's your Decision Lady Olenna? Do you Stand with the Blackstark Rebels or will you choose to fall with the Targaryen Loyalists?'' Asks Barthogan.
''Give me a quill and parchment.'' Olenna says and she writes a letter declaring her support and that of House Tyrell to the Rebels, while Barthogan draws up his own naming Randyl Tarly as his Master of Laws and including a threat to Mace in it.
''An accord has been reached, but I'm Warning you here and now, if your son balks at all in his support, I'll split the Reach three ways giving a part to the Dornish and Stormlands leaving only the Heartland to House Tyrell. Good day Lady Olenna.'' Says Barthogan as he forfeits the chess match by knocking over his King.
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(Hoster Tully's Solar, Riverrun, The Riverlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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''Fucking Hell Cass, you gave yours and mine word that we'd find a Bride for Lysa? Alright alright, I suppose I can look into it...After the War. For now though Lord Hoster Gather a....''
''Your Grace, one of your spies just sent word, The Mad King has Hired the Golden Company! They're on their way. Aerys sent a declaration condemning even Lord's yet to choose a side, but the Golden Company IS coming!'' Brynden says handing him the note after bursting into the room.
''Jesus Fucking H Christ. Alright that tears it, Send the Ravens we fight off the Crown while we can. Saddle my Fucking horse, it's time Rhaegar and I had a face to face chat, and I think I know where...''
''To Arms! Loyalists at the Trident.'' Someone cries.
Barthogan starts hitting his head against the table as soon as he hears this.
'What the fuck is happening? This has all gone way the fuck off script now.' Barthogan thinks, mentally crying as he does so.
''Okay, Send Ravens to every Ally we have, March on the Trident Now. Robert has the Command.'' Says Barthogan despite not knowing whether or not he should just go to sleep.
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(POV Shift: Rhaegar Targaryen)
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Rhaegar was upset, upset because his father destroyed the only path of peacefully marrying Lyanna. With Brandon dead, Barthogan would've inherited the North, and Rhaegar had imagined it would be easy enough to talk his Goodbrother down. But Father went one step too far, and not only had Barthogan rose up in Rebellion, but he'd declared himself a King.
If Barthogan hadn't thrashed the Royalist Forces so badly Rhaegar wouldn't be here now, instead he'd be with Lya.
''Send a White Banner, let us try and parley first.'' Rhaegar says, hoping blood need not be shed.
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Theragfromthecrag
Theragfromthecrag As you see, Shades of real life are slipping through, but Barthogan is honestly without his Meta-Knowledge now and is at a loss of what to do. And perhaps a Parley will give him some semblance of control back, or perhaps not, we'll see what happens....
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